Tag: ABDL

Hey guys, we’re back for Part 2 of the Fetish Friday this week, and before we start doing a wrist deep dive into the world of Adult Baby/Diaper Lover Litigation, let me first apologize for my absence this week. I’ve been busier than a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest over the past week, rubbing hither and yonder to take care of some personal shit as well as juggling my case load, and it got in the way of getting this stuff out when I was planning to. sincere apologies.

So, if you weren’t around last time, know that I started talking about Adult Baby/Diaper Lovers, a community shorthanded into “AB/DL,” and giving a brief overview of exactly what the hell that is. But I’m not going to do that again here, because I don’t have the time of the inclination to spend an hour rehashing a post that’s already in existence. Click back through and read that shit, okay?

The reason for that whole thing was, very recently, a lawsuit was filed by one maker of adult diapers against another, and it wasn’t about moving into the pull-ups line, turning off Thomas the Tank Engine, of anything of that nature. Rather, it was a lawsuit about…trademark infringement. And that brings up an interesting question: Do they have a case, or are they just being big babies about all of this?

Welcome to Fetish Friday on Lawyers and Liquor and oh my god I have learned so much about Adult Baby Diaper Lovers over the past 72 hours. Seriously, I have just learned so much. It is so damn interesting. I mean, it definitely isn’t my bag (no, no I do not need to try it to be sure, I get bothered by changing my kid’s diapers) but I had no clue how deep and complex the whole community of “ABDL” actually was.

I mean, honestly, when you hear “full grown adults who enjoy wearing diapers” you don’t actually think that it’s going to be some amazingly in depth area of study. You think it’s going to be about fucking. Because, as humans, everything at some point becomes about fucking for some people. And I’ll be the first to admit, that was flat out my thought process on ABDL until I started researching this article. “Self,” I muttered, “we’re about to go down a very unsettling rabbit hole without a diaper genie in sight. Just remember your three rules.”

My three rules, by the way, determine if something ranks on my “give a shit” scale:

Is it non-consensual?

Is anybody being severely injured?

Is it illegal?

If the answers to all three are “No,” then have at. You do you. It doesn’t affect me and it’s none of my goddamn business what you do in the privacy of your own nursery.

Instead…well, look, let’s just jump straight into this faster than I jumped off the changing table as a kid (ask to see my scar sometime).